Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.